The Gory Pumpkin

Children dazzling in broad day light,
Then hitting the streets on Halloween night,
As decorations offer their promise
Of trick-or-treat candy fulfilling such prowess.

But carving the pumpkin proves so gory,
Extracting those seeds, a gooey story,
Though humble eating later on,
And a lit up specter not soon gone! 

But big, nasty teenagers ring the bell,
Way too adult now, we can tell;
They’re wearing clothes not really costumes,
And ready to insult us, to seal our dooms…

One year, someone smashed our pumpkin,
It was quite a clean-up, that awful somethin’ –
During this time of giving treats,
One of their least spectacular feats…

Never did we display one again,
For fear of hostile, vain young men –
This spirit of rewarding innocent kids
Shall never include smashed pumpkin lids.

But all types of people rely so much,
On generous folks feeling so clutch –
Giving so kindly to neighborhood children
Is something we’d strive for again and again!